She's my Rushmore.

I watched Rushmore for the first time last night.
OMG. The love is still flowing around my body.
Thank you Patti for making me watch it.

If Ferris Bueller came out this weekend and was a slick hip indie film.

I found this over at my pal Laurie's blog.
The genius. What about he does the Breakfast Club?
I would watch every single one.

There’s not even room enough to be anywhere

I rarely have a post in draft status. (like 4 in all the years)
but it happens sometimes when I sit down at lunch and life goes wonky and I lose my time....
My friend went to a reading by Michael Chabon last night and I went all kinda fangirly on her telling her to send him swoony love from me.
I told her I loved him so much (and his cool wife) that I had written about him on my blog.
I kinda lied I guess.
I meant to write about him on 7/6/10.
I sat down and started but something must have happened.

(OOOO and by the way-I had a beer last night with my friend and she said that he wrote me a little note and she has it.)

I do lead a semi-charmed life...

Here is what was in draft:

I watched "Wonderboys" the other night.
I love this movie. (and novel) I forgot about it.
I knew me some Grady Tripp's back in my day.
The soundtrack is ace and I love the characters.
Chabon is a great novelist and I love all of his work but this book just speaks to me.

of the creative process
of being lost in the thick of things
of a place where people hang in limbo
of where art can drive folks
of wanting

Just really interesting and important big thoughts to me.
And then there is the movie. LERV it.

That’s the way romance is. Usually that’s the way it goes. But every once in a while, it goes the other way too.

In the early 90's I used to walk around Athens, Ohio reciting Alabama's speeches on my way to class. I would channel my mother's southern accent and walk with a swagger. I don't know why but I always loved this bit of movie talk talk.

""OK wait. If you guys are really us, what number are we thinking of? "

aug1107 008, originally uploaded by the.h.is.silent.

I embarrass myself at how nostalgic I am. I shrink in horror at the way most anything can elicit wistful feelings in me. I think I was just born this way. I like sappy as much as I like cool. I like that feeling that washes over me when I turn the corner in my mind and go back. And lately going back has made it ever so important to go forward. I have been writing in my mind for weeks, stringing sentences together for my novel right there behind my eyes.
It is time to touch the drain and kick some ass.
Another woefully sentimental movie that I love (na na na boo boo I don't care if it makes me a sap) is "Stealing Home". Jodi Foster and the main character dive into a pool to touch the drain. It is kinda scary to touch the drain in a pool. At least for me. But it is really a good way to wakeyrself up. A good way to prove to yrself that everything is right there really...if you only reach yr hand out a bit more and go those few seconds past yr comfort zone.
Because really, is there anything better than breaking the surface of the water?
Do you have a drain to touch today?

title post-title post- Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure 1989

"Screws fall out all the time. The world is an imperfect place."

If he gets up, we'll all get up., originally uploaded by rubykhan.

In the last few days someone hit our truck, a tree fell and smashed our storage shed, Joe has hurt his back, and I have some sort of foot pain...

no bother though because while driving home one of our babysitters (the younger sis 13) I found that there is still joy in the world.
I am asking her what she got for Christmas and she is telling me and she starts to rattle off the DVD's she got and then she tells me of this movie her older brother got:

"um, it's really old but we love it. It's called The Breakfast Club."

I died a little bit. We are totally bonded now. I quoted the movie the entire way home and my coolness shown brightly like a crown for her.
She is loaning me her copy of Twilight next week.

title quote- The Breakfast Club 1985

just afloat on the sea/find myself on a page of history

My Joe loves the "Carry On" films. He loves them so much he has to own the box package special editions and such. They remind him of home, of his childhood he says.
They are so British he tells me.
like Monty Python or the queen or HP Sauce
The films were first made in the late 50's and ran through the 80's. They are full of innuendo and parody and sauciness and are really quite hysterical. The Brits pride themselves on their humour (and they spell humor like that)and these cult classics are shining examples of this.

Joe says that Christmas was so marvelous because all the family would sit round and watch all the films on the BBC.(That BBC, I think he loves it more than me... it is like a person- like a real live person how he talks of it. THE BBC!)

anyhoo...

I am thinking of scratching one of the items off my list soon by having a "Carry On" party.
I want to invite a few folks over and screen one of the films while having fish and chips or a "Ruby Murray" (cockney for curry) and some Newkie Browns.

I want to watch Joe laugh and laugh with his whole body. I want to hear his accent come through thicker and stronger like it tends to when he drinks beer or is around other Brits.
I want to notice his accent as I daily do not after a decade.
I think it is still warm enough in the evenings to bring the projector outside and have this party! I am off to make another list.
kiss kiss

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pics from the BBC of course